Bedside

“Haven’t seen PS for a long time. Where’s our endocrinologist?” I asked LS during another casual lunch time conversation.

“She’s working on the microarray of our universe,” our professor of rheumatology smiled, “I mean, she is trying to fix up the teaching timetable of our medical students in the coming months – JC delegated the task to her.”

“Isn’t that quite fixed already? After all, the academic year is half way through.” I was puzzled.

“Yes, but there are a dozen of ad hoc elective students from the other universe – they just come by the order of an extra-terrestrial committee and no one on earth really seems to know from where they emerge. The simple fact is, our professor of endocrinology was asked to fit them into the existing student rota.” LS sighed.

“To our friends living outside the solar system, there’s no difficulty what-so-ever,” I murmured, “In their opinion, a student would loss nothing if there are six rather than four classmates attending his bedside tutorial, and, therefore, there should not be a difference when a few more students chip in – that’s how they end up with having a “bedside” demonstration of the whole class of nearly 180 students! Seriously I cannot imagine how many students could really get to the side of the bed, or how big the bed is – unless the patient at hand is a tyrannosaur!”